I Thank Thee, Lord, for Strength of Arm

I thank Thee

Lord

for strength of arm

To win my bread

And that

be­yond my need

is meat

For friend un­fed:

I thank Thee much for bread to live;

I thank Thee more for bread to give.

I thank Thee

Lord

for snug-thatched roof

In cold and storm

And that

be­yond my need

is room

For friend for­lorn:

I thank Thee much for place to rest

But more for shel­ter for my guest.

I thank Thee

Lord

for lav­ish love

On me be­stowed

Enough to share with love­less folk

To ease their load:

Thy love to me I ill could spare

Yet dear­er is Thy love I share.